I welcome the rain, as a source of refreshment, God's presence
And memories of being a little girl on the farm invade my thoughts now
I recall running waiting at the porch door, being given the go-ahead to play
Splashing in puddles with my sisters, I can still hear the sounds--
Exquisite squeals of delight would abound and connect us
Even in something so simple.
I remember looking up to the heavens and thanking God for this miracle
Being awestruck by all God's mystery in the wonder of nature
The rain washes and cleanses, just as God's amazing love wraps us
Pouring out so abundantly and giving me new perspective on the clouds
My analogies of the storm in my life seem renewed by each fresh raindrop
The rain turning into a fierce storm can create havoc and shake us
Yet the gentle rain is a beautiful reminder of God's washing us, renewing us
I love to hear the rain on the roof, the rain as it hits my flowers that drink it in
But I am reminded how I need your grace God, washing me and giving me
Fresh eyes to see, a renewed heart to open, sensitve ears to hear
The cries and joys all mixed together in the healing rain
And then I see it on the horizon, brightening the sky
The rainbow of promise.
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